Ebony Obsidian Nude Novels & Stories

Lilian said. “Obsidian? What for?” I asked her and she chuckled. “Black obsidian helps in healing and protection. It keeps negative energy away,” Lilian explained, making my mouth form an O shape. “Okay, so how does it help suppress the urge??” I asked her and saw Billy roll his eyes. I knew that I was being too inquisitive but who would blame me? I wanted to be sure if I should really get my hopes up or not.

So familiar, but exotic in a way I couldn't even begin to explain. I just stood, staring out the door like an absolute idiot, taking in the God at my doorstep. I couldn't take my eyes off his own. A deep-set swirling violet tinted with the darkest ebony black was confined to the irises of his eyes. It almost trapped me, like hands made from the illusory magic that seemed to pull me in.

“Ah, yes. May I see the designs, Miss Kim?” Ansel repeated his request. His eyes which were almost pretty dark and gave a mysterious impression had never turned away from Qeiza’s damn pretty face. “Of course, here you are,” replied Qeiza, handing the tube contained the designs she’s still holding. Ansel gulped. The small red lips really looked so tempting every time they moved producing the words. Even, her voice sounded pretty sexy in his ears. For a few minutes, Ansel focused his attention on the designs in front of his eyes in order to get rid of strange delusions that entered his mind.

Tonya says to Melanie. She brushes Melanie’s long hair out of her face and kisses her so sweetly on the lips. Melanie follows Tonya’s lead and kisses her back. Tonya touches Melanie’s leg, and Melanie follows by touching Tonya. This is hot to watch. I sit down on the other side of Melanie and begin kissing the back of her neck. I run my hands under her shirt and pull it over her head. I unfasten her bra and release her tits. Tonya helps Melanie out of her pants. Melanie sits between us in nothing. Her nude body is exposed to us and ready for us to devour as we see fit.

The world went black. When I woke up, my head was pounding violently and my wrists were tied tightly in front of me. I was lying on a cold concrete floor in what looked like a small, windowless room. The walls were bare and the only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. Elena stood over me, still smiling that same victorious, cruel smile. “Welcome back Liana,” she said sweetly, crouching down beside me. “We are going to have so much fun together. Just you, me, and that precious baby you are carrying. Sleep well now. You are going to need your strength for what comes next.”

The diamond collar around her throat had become a masterpiece of craftsmanship, embedded with rare black opals that caught every flicker of light. For the Obsidian Veil celebration, they had gathered their largest number yet. Nine hundred men arrived at the remote obsidian island, a volcanic paradise of black glass cliffs and steaming vents. The entire island had been reshaped into layered sanctuaries — hidden grottos, cliffside pavilions, underground lava chambers, and open-air temples.

She rested her forehead against the steering wheel, allowing herself one moment of weakness before squaring her shoulders and stepping out into the chilly evening air. The neon pawn sign buzzed overhead as she pushed through the door, setting off an electronic chime. Glass cases filled with watches, rings, and electronics lined the walls. A heavyset man with surprisingly delicate reading glasses perched on his nose looked up. "Help you, miss?" Elena placed the velvet box on the counter, opening it to reveal the sapphires nestled against black satin. "I'm interested in selling this." The pawnbroker's expert eyes assessed the piece without touching it. "Family heirloom?"

"Austin, wear the obsidian shoes I bought last month. They're under your bed." "The obsidian shoes?" Austin made a face. "Those things feel like they're made of actual volcanic glass. They're heavy as hell." "They're grounded against Lycan influence." I snapped. "You'll wear them. And you'll look like a man who knows exactly what he's doing." "I don't even like Jaxon's pack!" Emberlyn cried. Face flushing deep red under her dark skin. "And I have no idea how to..." "Neither do I." Austin flashed a grin more predatory than charming. "We'll be the most awkward couple there. It'll be a distraction while Mimi burns the place down."

A few wavy strands of her hair were left unruly, swinging like black flower bells in the garden. Celestine had long eyelashes, Keli only applied a bit of mascara to show them more thick. A thin layer of eyeliner making her big crystal clear eyes more killing then before. Light touch of foundation with slight ting of blush with bright red lipstick, she looked like a goddess, maybe more beautiful then goddess Aphrodite.

“He’s got dirt. Fine. We’ll do something about it later. We surely cannot just let him win. But we can do something now. I mean, desperation looks good on a woman when she weaponizes it.” I stared at her. “What are you saying?” She grinned, wicked. “I’ve got a shift tonight at Obsidian. Elite club. Private rooms. Billionaires literally pay five figures to practice their BDSM fantasies on us. Fantasies most of them can’t practice on their wives of girlfriends because of how disrespectful it can get.” She reached into her purse, pulled out a black velvet mask and a gold-embossed pass. “My regular canceled. Client’s a high roller pays extra for anonymity, no names, no faces. I was gonna cover,